AN: Hey guys! I am back, alive, and writing something! Just a little something I started and now have all lined up! This might seem a little familiar at first, and yes it is supposed to be along those same lines, but it will change course. The prologue is super short, but I should have chapter one out soon! Hope you enjoy it!
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PROLOGUE
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Xiao Lang Li woke up from his nightmare drenched in sweat. Breathing hard in the dark room was a familiar scene to him. He closed his eyes, willing the scenes to replay through his mind. All he could make out were a pair of emerald green eyes.
"Xiao Lang, what's going on?" Came a sleepy voice to his left. He looked over to the woman lying next to him and sighed.
"Nothing Melin, I'm just going to get a drink of water," he replied tiredly.
"Did you have another dream?" she asked quietly as he got out of their small bed and made it creak. He nodded as he walked out of the room. "The same one again?" she yelled after him, scrambling to follow. Melin walked into the kitchen as Xiao Lang was closing the refrigerator door. She leaned against the marble counter tops, shivering slightly in pajamas- consisting of a tank top and boy-short underwear. Xiao Lang noticed her shiver and stopped gulping down his glass of water, walking over to her.
"Don't worry about it," he finally answered, wrapping his arms around her. She was always in such amazing shape. He would be a fat tub of lard from eating her fabulous cooking, but she always managed to convince him to go to the gym as well.
"Hun, you know I worry. What wife wouldn't if her husband woke up every night from the same nightmarish dream?" she fought.
"It's not every night…" he grumbled as he led them back to bed.
"Well," Melin drawled as she laid seductively on their bed. "Maybe I can help you dream an even better dream. Maybe even your fantasy…?" she whispered, pulling him down beside her. Xiao Lang kissed her lips as she began to take his pants off, but he paused as green eyes flashed through his mind. He faltered and looked at the clock.
"It's 3 in the morning Melin, I have to get up to go to work soon," she paused underneath him. "Maybe we can continue when we get home tonight?" Melin sighed, but agreed and laid back down spooning him.
Xiao Lang could tell she was disappointed, and he wondered if there was something wrong with him. He and Melin were high school sweethearts and had been married for almost six years and he knew he loved her, but…something was missing.
The dreams, the lack of sex- maybe he was just having a midlife crisis.